June 06, 2009

But don't despair. My daughter is having her sixth birthday party tomorrow (well, not her sixth party - the first three we coughed through, saying 'do you think she'll notice'?) so that should inspire some slight mouth-twitching hysteria.

These affairs, like weddings have a tendency to accrue stress and money on 'extras'. The party-bags have already gone from paper lunch bags to carefully bunched plastic ones (forgive me eco-Lord) with ribbon-frill ties. And I've already contemplated undoing them, cramming them with more junk - do you think they'll think I'm a stingy birthday mum?; and the cake's gone from a like-it-or-lump-it block of choc to one that I have built in my mind to be a triumph of SuperMummery. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I give you the Zoo Cake!

Whether the mint-stick gate-posts, marshmellow trees, sprinkled grass and rocky fudge landscape will look anything like the picture I am currently holding in my mind is one thing; and whether the plastic animals will stand up in it is another (I have Sick Zoo Cake theme up my sleeve in case of emergency)... and whether I can assemble the whole goddam thing in the ten minute time-frame currently allocated without throwing it all the wall and shouting 'fudge!' is again, another.

So, spirituality and much self-congratulation with my exercise discipline now blog-done and dusted, please tune back in for the real mum-on-a-wire you're used to... Just give me time to recover, post-party and post-medicinal....